Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.